There she was, so tiny, as if dancing in the distance,
I could barely catch a glimpse of her, or believe she existed;
but there she was, hovering, somewhere between girl and woman…
She came from a world very different than mine,
her language exotic, her ways strange,
as if having arrived from some far-off faerie kingdom;
yet the feelings I felt were
ancient... yet familiar, perhaps they were universal,
feelings I had myself struggled with,
long ago...
Her voice found the entrance to my mind,
and though I could understand her well enough,
I had to ponder many strange words
to fully comprehend her fascinating story…
By the looks of her, which were beautiful,
and by her style, which spoke of social networks and nightlife,
you would think her quite wise and cosmopolitan,
but here she was, in my quite study,
dwelling the softer keys of my piano…
She began to play, evoked melancholy scenes,
her soul deep and resonant in the lower registers,
with a pure and high-pitched ring through the high;
she sung songs of sadness and tragedy-
a striking contrast from the radiance that surrounded from her;
I felt a reaching-out from her voice, in her melodies,
as if she had not found the answers she needed,
and she was here, searching…
As she tugged her music across my keys
I was captivated, of course, charmed one might say,
and yet it perplexed me how one so sensitive,
so intuitively intelligent, could sing about such conflict and misery…
Looking at her, one would have thought her happiness guaranteed,
she certainly could not lack for love,
for that was something she could attract in abundance;
I approached closer, being careful not to startle her,
for my aim was to study her expressions,
and I was no stranger to empathy;
the problems she mused on were problems
I felt I could offer some guidance through…
Funny, how, when you make a move of concern,
out of love beyond your control, perhaps,
things seem to tumble out of control;
here, I found the closer I approached her,
the more ethereal she became;
a defense mechanism, I assumed, where she came from,
or perhaps just a feral instinct, for she was wild;
yet, I had to watch out for myself,
for such creatures have been known to create havoc and destruction...
I could not help myself, however,
and, as I finally surrendered to the urge to reach out and touch her,
she was gone.
a sigh, of course, though I was not surprised,
for things of such beauty can be flighty,
some by nature, others by choice;
and as I turned, conceding my failure,
my heart leaped beyond hope, beyond dreams,
and against all that I had ever known...
Gold trophy winner
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